How it started
Cold. Dark. The human condition appalls me. Every thought, every emotion so intricately bound together. You try and pin one down, as you are the hunter and it is the prey. Catch it, kill it. It always slips from your hands, at the very last moment, a cruel joke. Every experience, that time you dropped a pen in class, that time your car broke down in the middle of trafId reprehenderit nostrud commodo in consequat tempor.